Deadman Deadman Come Alive Novels & Stories

“I don’t want to leave you here. You might eat all of them.” “Do not you trust me?” “I don’t trust creatures like us.” The two started walking outwards. Hugo teleported with Raven and Damon down to where the dead people were. Hugo immediately checks their pulse rate. “They are still alive,” said Hugo. “Weak, but alive.” “Still alive?” Damon asked. They are overlap and all have wounds on the side. “Help ...” a man said softly at the bottom. “Dude, he’s still alive,” said Damon. Damon sat down and talked to the man. “We can’t get you out of the bottom. You all have wounds. ”

My head thumped back, flashes of light danced before my eyes, and I had the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. I lay there, hanging, staggering in my own body, short of breath, pain burning through my nerves, but nothing was worse than what I had just seen. A dead man brought back to life. Santino Ricci. And he stared at me as if he had never left, as if his only goal all this time had been to come back and break me. And in the back of my mind, a fierce thought screamed, even in the midst of the pain: If Santino is alive… then Alaya and I are already in the grave.

Finally, after the long fight, there was silence. "Come here girl!" the Man with the elongated canines called out to Alice who was whimpering now. Alice's eyes fluttered open slowly, as she glanced at the lifeless body on the ground. The red-eyed man layed there dead, as blood streamed from his body.

After a while of his continuing chanting of mantra, a white blinding light lifted down on the bodies as a mini-tornado occurred in the room. He continued chanting it, the bed started to shake terribly, the frames on the walls fell down and their glass crashed on the floor as it splintered all around the room, the chairs clanked into each other, and the door flipped open with a thrusting sound. Asher opened his eyes to the sound of the coughing of the man. He was alive, amazed, and perplexed; the man ran his hand on his face and asked in a flat tone though the high-pitched voice had been replaced by a more subtle tone the man seemed perfectly fine and fit for his age. Nobody could judge from

He said nothing but something in his eyes told me that he already knew. "It was your dear mother, it's funny you know... because I thought she was dead." My tone changed, losing the fake playfulness it held moments ago, a frown creased my forehead, "Wasn't she?" I pressed my palms on both sides of the handrest and leaned forward, "You see, when I kill someone, they're supposed to stay dead." I rolled my eyes, "But for some reason, all the dead people in my life somehow come back to life and they make their way into mine and screw it up."

The morgue was cold, carrying a foul, sterile smell. Expressionless staff pushed me into a metal drawer. With a soft "click," the door closed. The system's voice echoed in my mind. [Death confirmed. Final storyline completed.] [Countdown to soul departure: 71 hours 59 minutes.] [Please await the opening of the passage.] I drifted in the cold, hollow air and let out a breath. Finally, things were coming to an end.

I instinctively curled up, trembling as blood poured from my lips. In the moments before total unconsciousness claimed me, I perceived the skepticism in Carl's eyes dissolve, twisting into outright terror. I then heard his voice echo toward me, growing clearer. "You're not allowed to die without my permission, Aria! You'll stay alive to atone for your sins!" I doubted I would ever have the chance to complete the requested atonement, as I was certain my life would end in just two more days.

I stopped, then let out a short, cold laugh. "It didn't die peacefully. It barely made it a year. And it died choking. I still wonder what Zoey was trying to get. All that smoke in my house, those weird rituals. Suffocating a helpless little thing." I looked straight at him. "What exactly was she praying for?" His lips shook. He tried to talk, but nothing came out. "But you were thorough," I said calmly. "You let Zoey live in the house for six months. Scrubbed everything clean. Even replaced the wallpaper." I paused. "You just forgot one thing—the hamster. And you forgot who I am. I'm a doctor."

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

One night, I was awakened by a video call from Kelvin. He looked awful—dark circles under his eyes and a flushed, alcohol-soaked face from too many nights of partying. Slurring his words, he asked, "Hannah, why can't I unlock the door?" Two scantily dressed women were leaning against him on either side. Kelvin had apparently forgotten his own lie, since he was calling from his original phone number. His "dead" self was making a midnight resurrection. I hung up without changing my expression.